one constant i seem to be good at maintaining

a natural balance that is naturally constant:

as much as I seek the sun that brightens my outlook, warms my skin and recharges my batteries;

the shadows lull me into a silence that’s necessary.

An outside break from  an obvious outlook that I can’t seem to maintain on my own.

I feel the friendly reminder of the circles outside from my temporary madness kindly knocking …

the essence of the balance reminding me what it means to be whole so I don’t forget,

-have to take the good with the bad.

the suffering maintains the gratefulness in keeping me whole

if I keep these thoughts whole, the shadows different subjection and meaning offer much more, they get a break from screaming for attention.

They have a chance to represent the opposite view, they wait somewhat patiently like a parent to an immature child showing and representing the body of divine strength and ironic presence only when I think of giving up.